John Doe

In here you will find

Your two degrees of freedom

I say your name before I fly

Let you know I'm leaving

Touch the new world

See the breadline

Take it in take it in go

Thirty years and now he's flat lined

Say it ain't say it ain't so

Make the moula

Woo di hoorah

Rake it in rake it in more

Hang the hangman

Bang the gangbang

Call me John Doe

Let the good times roll

Call me John Doe

Let the good times roll

I got my morals

Beg or borrow

See these hands are empty

Hold the night-time

Wrong is right aye

All the fake is true

Street is church babe

Give me first aid

Gimme gimme gimme more

Which is worst babe

A kiss or curse me

Take me

Take me

Take me

Take me home

Your gonna find me dining with death

I'm gonna tell you how this ends

Call me John Doe let the good times roll

Call me John Doe let the good times roll

Liquidate the dreams so they can find somebody else

Exasperate the means

Its all about wealth

Choose to represent me like a dick caught in zipper

Ally I be on my own marching through the champs-élysées

I'm easy

Laissez les bon temps rouler